by Lilly James
“Daddy, what you doing down there?” She giggles, peering over the bed down at me. I turn on my back, glad for the shorts I didn’t take off, and place my arm over my eyes. Private time with Evelyn is not so free anymore.
“I think he’s lost something.” Evelyn chuckles, and she also peers down at me. “Haven’t you, Daddy?” she says slowly, a grin fixed on her luscious lips.
“Shall I help you look?” Ruby doesn’t just climb down gently; she jumps down right onto my chest. I double over, then take her by the arms and tickle her until she’s giggling like crazy. Her giggles are the best sound in the world. Her English accent just like her mother’s is so perfect.
“I think I’ve found it.” I laugh, meaning Ruby. “My princess is right here.”
“Tell me that thing again,” she begs, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“What thing?” I smile, glancing over at Evelyn knowingly.
“Tell me what I am, what mummy is, and what Pea is going to be.”
I tilted my head back and laugh at her name for her unborn sibling. I climb to my feet and bring Ruby with me so I can sit next to Evelyn and tell Ruby what she loves to hear. A thousand times a day. “Your mommy’s my queen.” I kiss Evelyn on the lips. “You are my princess.” I kiss Ruby on her head. “And soon, I’ll have a prince.” Then I bend down to kiss Evelyn’s belly, and Ruby does the same, clapping afterward.
“Now can we go in the sea? Pretty please?”
I don’t know why she always said pretty please, because my three-year-old, green-eyed daughter has me wrapped around her little finger. Just like her mother does. And I don’t care. I wouldn’t want to be wrapped up anywhere else than right here. With my family. Nothing matters to me more than my girls, and my son that I will get to hold in my arms in three weeks time. Not even work matters to me anymore. I have my life, and it belongs to them.
“Go get your bathers,” Evelyn tells her, so Ruby jumps off the bed and runs straight for her room. “Looks like you’ll have to wait for my sweetness.” She winks. “But when you do, I want it rough.” She pulls at my hair, groaning against my lips. “Don’t hold back.”
I flop back onto the bed like a child who didn’t get his own way. “Fucking hell. I have no patience when my dick is begging for you, woman.” The way I desire her had only got stronger. Every second I crave her touch a bit more, crave her hands on mine, and crave her filthy words to be spoken into my ear while I make either sweet or hard love to her. I am a man obsessed, possessed, and irrevocably in love.
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Evey
I held my belly as I watched my husband and daughter splashing in the sea, and smiled wider than I’ve ever smiled in my whole life. I had a wonderful husband, a beautiful daughter, and soon I would have a handsome son to add to our perfect family. I counted myself lucky each and every day for the blessings I had been given. After my miscarriage, I was told there may not be a possibility I could carry a child. But I was also told that sixty to seventy percent of women do go on to have healthy pregnancies after miscarriage. I held on to that hope, and a miracle found a way of making me believe that anything was possible. I had to have check-ups and tests regularly to make sure everything was working fine, but myself and Parks were just so happy that we got a chance to become parents. If you stopped fighting for what you wanted, your dream would fade away. I never stopped fighting, and I made damn sure my dream would turn into a reality. Now I am having my second child.
The day I got to marry the man that saved my life was a day I will truly treasure forever. When he saw me walking down the aisle, my uncle Kevin by my side, the tears that fell from his eyes as happiness overwhelmed him overwhelmed me too. When I stepped beside him, he took my hand, and I asked him, “Are you ready for this?”
He smiled and said, “I have been ready from the moment I met you.”
The speech he gave in front of close friends and family at the reception was tear-jerking for all. He got to his feet, confident, straightening out the sleeves on his suit, then looked down on me. He took my hand and gazed into my eyes like I was the only person present in the villa on the French Rivera. Like I was the centre of his world, the core to his universe, and said, “Often, people asked if there is anything more I could want out of life, but I gaze into my wife’s eyes and tell them no. I couldn’t ask for more because Evelyn is my more. She is my love. My life. My hope. And more importantly, my dreams come true.” He kissed my wedding ring, reassuring me, but tears had already ruined my makeup. “It’s been hard to get to this point.” He was getting teary too. “But I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that this woman has changed my life. I could never repay her for that, but I will try for the rest of my life to be the man she deserves. Evelyn deserves to smile each and every day, and I want to be the reason for that.”
I got to my feet and kissed him so hard, everyone gave us a standing ovation. It felt like we had to wait a lifetime to get to that happy point. We had to claw through so many struggles and obstacles first. But we got there. We are free. And no one will ever change the happiness that we feel right now.
We’re not perfect, but we are perfect together. And if that doesn’t promise a long and happy future together, I don’t know what will. Our journey has been hard, full of pain and suffering, but that journey is one we both cherish because it reminds us of how far we have come, and how hard we worked to get here. Our demons have lost. Tabby is in prison, Clinton is in rehab, and my parents are probably getting high somewhere. Parks and I don’t waste our time worrying about people that have never worried about us. We only seize the moments that matter and cherish each and every day we have together.
At first I denied him.
Then I was addicted to him.
Now I am lost in him. And I don’t ever want to find a way back.
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Acknowledgments
Firstly I want to thank the readers! Without you word wouldn’t get round, my confidence wouldn’t heighten, and I wouldn’t get the best messages I do almost every day from you all.
I want to say a huge thank you to those ladies who have waited patiently for this third book to come out. I know it’s been a pain, but now Lost in Mr. Parks is here, and I hope it was worth the wait for you. Thank you for being so cool about it.
Thank you to all you cool as hell bloggers out there who take the time to promote, review and just talk so kindly about my books, your hard work does not go unmissed. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I want to thank my kick ass publishers for believing in me, Wade, and Evey. I can’t wait to work with you again! Team Limitless all the way.
Throughout Limitless Publishing I get to connect with so many amazing authors, and I want to thank each and every one of you for your continuing support and advice.
I want to say a huge (very British) thank you to JoSelle, my American editor, for laughing along with me about the way I word things, and loving our differences. You have been incredible to work with Jo, I salute you, lady.
To my mum and my sister, I can’t thank you enough for everything you both do for me because I am on a word count, so I will tell you later. P.S You are the coolest mum and sister in the history of coolest mums and sisters.
My dad, who always tells his work mates, or anyone who listens, about my books. (That’s until he knows what they are about.) Thank you for being you, dad. You rock.
To my friends and my work colleagues, I owe you all my life for the support you all give. Well, maybe not my life, but a glass of wine, or ten.
And to my daughter, who won’t read this, ever, but she is the light in my life
. My world.
Thank you all so very much for loving Wade and Evey’s journey. It’s been tough, and they have fought, pissed readers off and made you fall in love with them again, but they wouldn’t be my crazy characters if they were any other way. Thank you for loving them as much as I do.
About the Author
British Author Lilly James is a woman with a wild imagination that has to be set free into the arms of a keyboard.
Writing gives Lilly that chance to escape the real world and live in a world of fantasy with her characters.
When she’s not writing you’ll find her singing terribly to music, curled up with her kindle, or doing something boring like everyday chores that unfortunately need attention.
Lilly lives in Wales, is a mother of one beautiful little girl, and loves reading, chocolate and wine. All in that order.
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